tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-273166712011-07-29T08:00:31.394+01:00irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1163867656527222862006-11-18T16:31:00.000Z2006-11-18T16:34:17.086Z"Thank you"<br /><br />The fights, those nights<br />I tried to pretend it don't hurt<br />The way, I prayed<br />Someday that you would love me<br />Really, completely<br />Just how I wanted it to be<br />But no, so wrong<br />Can't believe I stayed with you so long<br /><br />You hit, you spit, you split, ever-y bit of me, yeah<br />You stole, you broke, you're cold<br />You're such a joke to me, yeah<br /><br />For every last bruise you gave me<br />For every time I sat in tears<br />For the million ways you hurt me<br />I just wanna tell you this<br />You broke my world, made me strong<br />Thank you<br />Messed up my dreams, made me strong<br />Thank you<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/HPIM0347%20copy_small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/200/HPIM0347%20copy_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />My head, near dead<br />Just the way you wanted it<br />My soul, stone cold<br />Cos I was under your control <br />So young, so dumb<br />Knew just how to make me succumb<br />But I un-derstand<br />To make yourself feel like a man<br /><br />You hit, you spit, you split, ever-y bit of me, yeah<br />You stole, you broke, you're cold<br />You're such a joke to me, yeah<br /><br />For every last bruise you gave me<br />For every time I sat in tears<br />For the million ways you hurt me<br />I just wanna tell you this<br />You broke my world, made me strong<br />Thank you<br />Messed up my dreams, made me strong<br />Thank you<br /><br />You coulda had it all babe<br />It coulda been so right<br />I woulda given you everything<br />Morning through night<br />Yeah, you taught me some lessons<br />Those are my blessings<br />That won't happen again<br />Thank you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-116386765652722286?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1162464824891114852006-11-02T10:46:00.000Z2006-11-02T10:53:45.116Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/31-10-06_2343.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/320/31-10-06_2343.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here it comes again<br />Taste of jagged glass and rusty can<br />There are just black holes<br />Where the stars would be watching<br />Just black holes<br />Where the stars should have been<br />Plumes of dirt<br />Caress a urine coloured sun<br />Swarms of angels<br />Come to kill your sons<br />And theres nothing but black holes<br />Where the stars should have been<br />Nothing but black holes<br />Where the stars would be watching<br /><br />Oh those strange argonauts<br />Digging again in your pit<br />Cover them in menstrual stream<br />Cover them in black gold<br />Plunge them into ingots<br />Ripping through your menstrual stream<br />Rising up taste of rusty can<br />And jagged glass feeling again<br />Here it comes again...<br /><br />Hordes of locusts blot out your sun<br />Raining down - rain on everyone<br />Poor little rich thing<br />Poor little bleeding heart<br />Poor little misunderstood<br />Piss on it - Im sick of it<br />Enough is enough<br />I wanna fuck it up<br />In spite of it<br />Just for the hell of it<br />I wanna fuck it up<br />Out of sync - out of phase<br />Out of sight - out of spite<br />Raining down, raining everyone<br />Poor little rich thing<br />Poor little bleeding heart<br />Poor little misunderstood<br />Piss on it - Im sick of it<br /><br />Here it comes again...<br />Taste of jagged glass and rusty can<br />There are just black holes<br />Where the stars should have been<br />Just black holes<br />Where the stars would be watching </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-116246482489111485?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1161273570989063512006-10-19T16:58:00.000+01:002006-10-19T16:59:34.073+01:00Heaven bent to take my hand <br />And lead me through the fire <br />Be the long awaited answer <br />To a long and painful fight <br /><br />Truth be told I've tried my best <br />But somewhere along the way <br />I got caught up in all there was to offer <br />And the cost was so much more than I could bear <br /><br />Though I've tried, I've fallen... <br />I have sunk so low <br />I have messed up <br />Better I should know <br />So don't come round here <br />And tell me I told you so... <br /><br />We all begin with good intent <br />Love was raw and young <br />We believed that we could change ourselves <br />The past could be undone <br />But we carry on our backs the burden <br />Time always reveals <br />The lonely light of morning <br />The wound that would not heal <br />It's the bitter taste of losing everything <br />That I have held so dear. <br /><br />I've fallen... <br />I have sunk so low <br />I have messed up <br />Better I should know <br />So don't come round here <br />And tell me I told you so... <br /><br />Heaven bent to take my hand <br />Nowhere left to turn <br />I'm lost to those I thought were friends <br />To everyone I know <br />Oh they turned their heads embarassed <br />Pretend that they don't see <br />But it's one missed step <br />You'll slip before you know it <br />And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed <br /><br />Though I've tried, I've fallen... <br />I have sunk so low <br />I have messed up <br />Better I should know <br />So don't come round here <br />And tell me I told you so...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-116127357098906351?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1158835642266061512006-09-21T11:46:00.000+01:002006-09-21T11:47:22.610+01:00Flutuo<br />Consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço<br />Balanço é o que a maré me dá<br />E eu não contesto<br />O meu destino está fora de mim<br />Eu aceito<br />Sou eu despida de medos e culpas<br />Confesso<br /><br />Hoje eu vou fingir<br />Que não vou voltar<br />Despeço-me do que mais quero<br />Só para não te ouvir dizer<br />Que as coisas vão mudar<br />Amanhã<br /><br />Flutuo<br />Consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço<br />Balanço é o que a maré me dá<br />E eu não contesto<br />Amanhã pensar nisso sempre me dá mais jeito<br />Fazer de mim Pretérito Mais Que Perfeito.<br /><br />Hoje eu vou fingir<br />Que não vou voltar<br />Despeço-me do que mais quero<br />Só para não te ouvir dizer<br />Que as coisas vão mudar<br />Amanhã<br />Amanhã<br /><br />Hoje eu vou fugir<br />Para não me dar a vontade de ser tua<br />Só para não me ouvir dizer<br />Que as coisas vão mudar<br />Amanhã<br />Amanhã<br />Amanhã<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115883564226606151?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1158137114562933122006-09-13T09:44:00.000+01:002006-09-15T14:41:11.590+01:00Is it a good idea?<br />Should we let our love shows?<br />Is it safe?<br />Should we just deliver ourselves to someone that we like?<br />Is it conscious?<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/AR-00-0282.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/200/AR-00-0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So many questions... Where are the answers?<br />Are there any answers?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115813711456293312?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1157661562778919112006-09-07T21:38:00.000+01:002006-09-07T21:39:22.910+01:00And so it is<br />Just like you said it would be<br />Life goes easy on me<br />Most of the time<br />And so it is<br />The shorter story<br />No love, no glory<br />No hero in her sky<br /><br />I can't take my eyes off of you<br />I can't take my eyes off you<br />I can't take my eyes off of you<br />I can't take my eyes off you<br />I can't take my eyes off you<br />I can't take my eyes...<br /><br />And so it is<br />Just like you said it should be<br />We'll both forget the breeze<br />Most of the time<br />And so it is<br />The colder water<br />The blower's daughter<br />The pupil in denial<br /><br />I can't take my eyes off of you<br />I can't take my eyes off you<br />I can't take my eyes off of you<br />I can't take my eyes off you<br />I can't take my eyes off you<br />I can't take my eyes...<br /><br />Did I say that I loathe you?<br />Did I say that I want to<br />Leave it all behind?<br /><br />I can't take my mind off of you<br />I can't take my mind off you<br />I can't take my mind off of you<br />I can't take my mind off you<br />I can't take my mind off you<br />I can't take my mind...<br />My mind...my mind...<br />'Til I find somebody new<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/me%20s%3F%3Fpia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/320/me%20s%3F%3Fpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115766156277891911?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1156857090961475472006-08-29T12:36:00.000+01:002006-08-29T14:11:36.136+01:00Bem... que dias!!!<br />Ultimamente a minha vida tem sido uma constante correria!<br />As 24h diárias que ultrapasso passam a voar, e das 24h parece que apenas vivemos 12h...<br />Novos amigos, velhos amigos, tem sido assim os meus últimos dias, sempre em convivência com pessoas fantásticas, fazendo do descanso um mero passatempo, e de minha prioridade o trabalho e as "saídas"! Cafés, discotecas, bares, shoppings, todos estes vícios de volta à minha vida numa percentagem estrondoza, resumindo o descanso a uma percentagem quase nula!<br />Porém, estão a ser os melhores dias da minha vida... Já não me lembrava de me divertir tanto há bastante tempo! Tenho adorado e venerado cada segundo destes dias que têm passado...<br /><br />Resta-me agradecer às pessoas que têm feito parte desta aventura que ainda promete muito mais!<br />Muito obrigado!<br /><br />Estou a adorar viver novas aventuras com velhas amizades, e velhas aventuras com novas pessoas, e vice-versa... Recordar e inovar é viver!<br /><br /><br /><br />Pensamento de hoje:<br />"Os espinhos que me feriram foram produzidos pelo arbusto que plantei."<br /><br />Nem toda a gente percebe esta frase mas passo a explicar resumidamente...<br />Se algum dia errei, pagarei pelos meus erros... Se nada paguei, é porque talvez não tenha errado...<br /><br /><br /><br />Peace :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115685709096147547?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1155493541131163462006-08-13T19:18:00.000+01:002006-08-13T19:25:41.336+01:00O amor é um não sei quê...<br />Que nasce não sei de onde...<br />Vem não sei como...<br />E dói não sei porquê!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/HPIM0347.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/200/HPIM0347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Don't worry dear... I won't miss a thing!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115549354113116346?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1154375261389853722006-07-31T20:37:00.000+01:002006-07-31T20:47:41.796+01:00Porque não consigo deixar de ter medo?<br />Porque não consigo deixar de pensar no futuro em vez de só viver o presente?<br />Porque não consigo esquecer o passado, e viver o presente como se algumas coisas nunca tivessem acontecido?<br />Porque não consigo seguir a minha vida de olhos fechados sem ter este medo de sofrer de novo?<br />Porque não deixo simplesmente as coisas acontecerem?<br />Porque é que não dou passos em frente?<br />Porque é que fico sempre de boca aberta à espera que as coisas aconteçam como se nada dependesse de mim?<br />Porque é que mudámos com o tempo?<br />Porque é que não posso ser ingénuo, inocente e ignorante?<br />Porquê estas questões todas a baralharem-me a cabeça?<br /><br /><br />"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child... Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115437526138985372?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1154173378021263202006-07-29T12:37:00.000+01:002006-08-29T09:42:03.486+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/Catharsis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/320/Catharsis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115417337802126320?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1153937991684092112006-07-26T19:15:00.000+01:002006-07-26T19:19:52.030+01:00Que vida inconstante...<br />Uns dias acordámos super bem dispostos com vontade para tudo e mais alguma coisa, sentimos todos os nossos amigos perto de nós, e sentimos que não precisamos de mais ninguém...<br />Outros dias acordámos com um péssimo humor, com uma enorme vontade de gritar e chorar... Sentimo-nos sozinhos, mesmo sabendo que temos os nossos amigos à nossa volta, queremos sempre mais!!!<br />Hoje acordei num dia mau... amanhã espero acordar num dia bom!<br />É incrivelmente desmotivante este tipo de dias... parece que nada nos satisfaz...<br />Queremos tudo e mais alguma coisa... E nada nos satisfaz!!!<br /><br />Enfim... nem sei que pense nestas alturas!!!<br />É melhor nem pensar se calhar...<br />... se calhar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115393799168409211?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1153871209708020692006-07-26T00:40:00.000+01:002006-07-26T00:46:50.120+01:00As vezes vemo-nos e desejamo-nos pois adoravamos saber o que vai na cabeça de X pessoa... <br />Adorava poder ser uma mosquinha ou poder entrar no pensamento das pessoas saber o que pensam, e se realmente estao a sentir o que dizem, ou é apenas para ficarmos mais felizes!!!<br />O ser humano é tao complicado por vezes... Somos todos iguais, e todos diferentes ao mesmo tempo... Daí se calhar nao haver tanta compreensao e/ou confiança entre o ser humano!<br />Enfim... Apenas alguns pensamentos que me surgem de vez em quando provenientes de algumas situaçoes...<br />Quem sabe isto um dia seja possível, facilitando a comunicaçao entre as pessoas que nem sempre dizem o que pensam/sentem! (...)<br /><br />Peace!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115387120970802069?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1153308770140967622006-07-19T12:32:00.000+01:002006-07-19T12:33:23.533+01:00Tipo, sabem aqueles dias que vocês acordam super mal-humorados, sem vontade de ver nem falar para ninguém, sem vontade de tomar o pequeno almoço só ao trabalho que dá, sem vontade de tomar banho só de saber que nos vai despertar daquele sono intenso que estavamos a ter, sem vontade de nos vestirmos para sair e mais uma vez seguir a rotina do dia-a-dia, sem vontade de nos metermos nos transportes públicos e levar com "carradas" de pessoal mal cheiroso e amontoado, sem vontade de passar as 12h diárias que nos esperam fora de casa...<br />Pois bem, não tem nada a ver!<br />Eu hoje acordei contra isso, acordei cheio de paciência o que não é muito normal!!!<br /><br />(Eh pah... post estúpido eu sei... mas hoje acordei assim :P)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115330877014096762?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1153143117718715382006-07-17T14:28:00.000+01:002006-07-17T14:31:58.063+01:00Simplesmente adorei esta sms... Mesmo tendo sido personalizada para enviar para montes de contactos, obrigado a quem me enviou!<br /><br />"De dia para dia vão-se acumulando recordações passadas que, por efeito de acontecimentos recentes e pela maturidade atingida no dia a dia, passam a ser vistas de outra maneira, pra poderes ser feliz e nunca deixar de sorrir... Tudo isto nao passa de um processo chamado vida, que nunca se sabe quando vai acabar, por isso, o melhor é fazer de cada dia uma festa , e nao deixar que a palavra sofrer e tristeza entrem na tua vida...!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115314311771871538?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1152360963303474752006-07-08T13:15:00.000+01:002006-07-08T13:17:21.546+01:00Assim diz o título de uma das minhas músicas favoritas actualmente...<br />Há um velho ditado que diz:<br />"Não há mal que sempre dure, nem bem que nunca acabe!"<br />Eu que o diga... nada é eterno, nem mesmo a felicidade, nem mesmo a infelicidade...<br />A nossa vida é um inconstante de sentimentos, nao ha vidas estáveis...<br />Há-de sempre acontecer algo bom ou mau na nossa vida, senão seriam demasiado monótonas como muitos dizem... <br />Depois pensamos nós que somos uns desgraçados e só nos acontecem coisas más, nestas alturas nunca nos lembrámos das coisas boas que já nos aconteceram!<br />Pois é, infelizmente nao nos podem acontecer so coisas boas, senão qual seria o interesse da vida? Nenhum!<br /><br />É engraçado... ainda ontem nada disto me vinha a cabeça e achava-me um infeliz...<br />E hoje acordei super optimista :)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/1106%20%2811%29.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/320/1106%20%2811%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Oxalá sempre assim fosse...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115236096330347475?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1152048651240608202006-07-04T22:29:00.000+01:002006-07-04T22:30:51.506+01:00Sit down, give me your hand <br />I'm gonna tell you the future <br />I see you, living happily <br />With somebody who really suits ya <br />Someone like me <br /><br />Stand still. Breath in <br />Are you listening? <br /><br /><br />You don't know <br />Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in <br />Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is <br />It's painless <br />Letting your love show <br /><br /><br />Break down. Give me some time <br />I don't want the fear to confuse ya <br />Right now, it's so wrong <br />But maybe it's all in the future with <br />Someone like you <br /><br /><br />Stand still. Breath in <br />Are you listening? <br /><br /><br />You don't know <br />Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in <br />Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is <br />It's painless <br />Letting your love show <br /><br /> <br />Maybe truth, maybe lies <br />Made me want you <br />Maybe dumb, maybe wise...? <br />I don't know <br /><br /><br />Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in <br />Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is <br />It's painless <br />Letting your love show <br />You don't know <br />Somebody's hurting. Holding it all in <br />Somebody can't let go of his heart but the truth is <br />It's painless <br />Letting your love show <br /><br />Love show <br />Letting your love show<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115204865124060820?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1150753060347513702006-06-19T22:37:00.000+01:002006-06-19T22:37:40.936+01:00Porque é que há bons e maus momentos?<br />Porque é que há boas e más fases?<br />Porque é que não pode tudo ser um mar-de-rosas?<br />Tem que haver sempre aquele dia que estragar uma semana de felicidade... Parece que nascemos para sofrer, e quando está tudo OK, acontece algo para nos pôr em baixo a compensar o tempo que estivemos felizes!<br />Porque é que não podemos comunicar sem falar?<br />Porque é que será tão dificil compreendermo-nos?<br />Será que não falámos todos a mesma língua?<br />Porque é que têm sempre que encontrar uma segunda intenção, onde ela sequer não existe, nas nossas palavras?<br />Apenas me pergunto... Porquê estas coisas tão complicadas da vida? Porquê estes sentimentos todos?<br />Não poderiamos ser mais vazios? Menos complicados? Menos complexos?<br />Porque não decidimos o nosso estado de espírito?<br />Porque não controlamos os nossos sentimentos?<br />Porque é que não mandámos em nós próprios? Se não mandámos nós... quem manda?<br /><br />Tantas questões que tento encontrar... Tão poucas respostas que obtenho...<br /><br />Às vezes só me apetece desaparecer... Deixar tudo pra trás, esquecer tudo o que tive, tudo o que aprendi... Tudo o que vivi...<br /><br />Desaparecer como se nunca tivesse existido...<br /><br />Era tão bom se às vezes podessemos fazer isso e depois voltar tudo ao normal... Não era?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115075306034751370?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1150109253790285702006-06-12T11:43:00.000+01:002006-06-12T11:47:33.956+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/psp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/320/psp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"Este não é um livro sobre a morte, é a história de um homem que se reconciliou com a vida. No ano de 1975 o mundo ficou de pernas para o ar. Naqueles trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias aconteceu de tudo, prelúdio do apocalipse ou o fim da História. A Revolução apanhou o Senhor Engenheiro na sua fazenda em África. Eram tempos conturbados, cheirava a independência, mas ele pensava que os ventos de mudança acabariam por passar ao largo. No fundo aquela era a sua terra. Obrigado a refugiar-se na Metrópole, jurou que nunca mais regressaria a casa. Durante mais de trinta anos viveu num quarto de pensão, divorciado da realidade, de costas voltadas para o mundo. Fez tudo para enterrar o passado, até ao dia em que lhe foi diagnosticado uma doença terminal. Decidiu regressar à sua fazenda. Queria fazer as pazes com um filho que tinha apagado da memória, exorcizar um amor que lhe atormentava a existência."<br /><br />Recomenda-se!!! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-115010925379028570?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1149677715910783732006-06-07T11:54:00.000+01:002006-06-07T11:55:16.126+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/speedowind.0.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/200/speedowind.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Full of sorrow and pain<br />I waited for the day<br />I was born to love<br />Somewhere<br />There's a place for us to go<br />Your strength is in your hands<br />And your beautiful soul<br /><br />We have to move faster and faster to know where we belong<br />We need to move faster and faster to know where we must go<br /><br />'cause the world is in your hands<br />It's time to free your mind<br />'cause the world is in your hands<br />It's time to free your mind<br /><br />It's our duty to change<br />Everything that's wrong<br />Being bright and strong<br />Somewhere<br />I know there is someone who'll say<br />For sure it's fun enough<br />To enjoy another day<br /><br />We have to move faster and faster to find out who we are<br />We need to move faster and faster 'cause everyone has a star<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-114967771591078373?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1149677559355423872006-06-07T11:51:00.000+01:002006-06-07T11:56:52.856+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/clone.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/200/clone.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Hey baby come round<br />Keep holding me down<br />And I'll be keeping you up tonight. <br />The four letter word got stuck in my head <br />The dirtiest word that I've ever said <br />It's making me feel alright. <br />For what it's worth, I love you <br />And what is worse, I really do <br />For what it's worth, I'm gonna run run run <br />'Til the sweetness gets to you <br />And what is worse I love you!<br /><br />Hey please baby come back <br />There'll be no more loving attack <br />And I'll be keeping it cool tonight. <br />The four letter word is out of my head <br />Come on around, get back in my bed <br />Keep making me feel alright. <br />For what it's worth, I like you <br />And what is worse, I really do <br />Things have been worse <br />And we had fun fun fun <br />'Til I said I love you <br />And what is worse, I really do! <br /><br />For what it's worth, I love you <br />And what is worse, I really do<br /><br />For what it's worth, I love you <br />And what is worse, I really do<br /><br />For what it's worth, I love you <br />And what is worse, I really do<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-114967755935542387?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1148979180973724232006-05-30T09:47:00.000+01:002006-05-30T09:53:00.983+01:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Somehow they made me feel strange here<br />Somehow they made me feel rage and fear<br />Somehow they don’t understand<br />Why would they?<br /><br />Like a bird without it’s wings I fell<br />Caged in all those awful thoughts I can’t tell<br />Somehow they don’t understand<br />Why would they?<br /><br />Did you ever ask how it feels at night?<br />When there’s no backdoor to the growing light<br /><br />Take me somewhere I can fly<br /><br />Somehow they made me not want to eat<br />Somehow they made me feel incomplete<br />Somehow they would never get to know<br />That the bird has already flown<br />Where did he go? </strong></em><em><strong><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/400/12.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><br />Did you ever ask how it feels at night?<br />When I just don’t care if it’s wrong or right<br /><br />To take you somewhere you can fly</p><p align="center"></strong></em><em><strong>They call me outsider nº12<br /><br />Don’t you ever try to be something that you’re not<br />It’s a lie<br /><br />Take me somewhere I can fly<br />Take me up to the sky </strong></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-114897918097372423?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1148914409389134412006-05-29T15:51:00.000+01:002006-05-29T15:53:29.390+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/1064_i_love_you-773810.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/200/1064_i_love_you-773810.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />When I’m feeling down nothing seems ok<br />I see your eyes and I believe we'll find a way<br />When I’m feeling down thing's don't go so well<br />I see your eyes and I forget the tears that fell<br /><br />When I’m alone in the street, when I’m scared and tired<br />For the first time in my whole life I feel desired<br /><br />When I’m far from home and I just don't want to be found<br />I run into your arms and they bring my feet back to the ground<br /><br />‘Cause to Love you means so much more<br />When I need to cry you make me try<br />I want to die you ask me why <br />‘Cause I can’t fight no more<br />When I wanted to stop <br />When I wanted to fail<br />I saw your eyes and I believed there's so much more<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-114891440938913441?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1148913610335046102006-05-29T15:33:00.000+01:002006-05-29T15:40:10.350+01:00<em>This time, This place <br />Misused, Mistakes <br />Too long, Too late <br />Who was I to make you wait <br />Just one chance <br />Just one breath <br />Just in case there's just one left <br />'Cause you know, <br />you know, you know <br /><br /><br />That I love you <br />I've loved you all along <br />And I miss you <br />Been far away for far too long <br />I keep dreaming you'll be with me <br />and you'll never go <br />Stop breathing if <br />I don't see you anymore <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/far-away-ie.0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/320/far-away-ie.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />On my knees, I'll ask <br />Last chance for one last dance <br />'Cause with you, I'd withstand <br />All of hell to hold your hand <br />I'd give it all <br />I'd give for us <br />Give anything but I won't give up <br />'Cause you know, <br />you know, you know <br /><br /><br />That I love you <br />I've loved you all along <br />And I miss you <br />Been far away for far too long <br />I keep dreaming you'll be with me <br />and you'll never go <br />Stop breathing if <br />I don't see you anymore <br /><br /><br />So far away <br />(So far away) <br />Been far away for far too long <br />So far away <br />(So far away) <br />Been far away for far too long <br />But you know, you know, you know <br /><br />I wanted <br />I wanted you to stay <br />'Cause I needed <br />I need to hear you say <br />That I love you <br />I have loved you all along <br />And I forgive you <br />For being away for far too long <br />So keep breathing <br />'Cause I'm not leaving you any more <br />Believe it <br />Hold on to me and never let me go <br />Keep breathing, 'cause i'm not leaving you any more <br />Believe it <br />Hold on to me and never let me go <br />Keep breathing <br />Hold on to me and never let me go <br />Keep breathing <br />Hold on to me and never let me go</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-114891361033504610?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1148549140542527632006-05-25T10:25:00.000+01:002006-05-25T10:25:53.923+01:00Sou Eu...<br />És Tu...<br />Somos Nós...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-114854914054252763?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27316671.post-1148077010333113032006-05-19T23:11:00.000+01:002006-05-19T23:16:50.343+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/1600/DSC02668.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4414/2874/320/DSC02668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div align="left"> </div><br /><br /><br />All I know<br />Is everything is not as it's sold<br />but the more I grow the less I know<br />And I have lived so many lives<br />Though I'm not old<br />And the more I see, the less I grow<br />The fewer the seeds the more I sow<br /><br />Then I see you standing there<br />Wanting more from me<br />And all I can do is try<br />Then I see you standing there<br />Wanting more from me<br />And all I can do is try<br /><br />I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness<br />And all the real people are really not real at all<br />The more I learn the more I cry<br />As I say goodbye to the way of life<br />I thought I had designed for me<br /><br />Then I see you standing there<br />Wanting more from me<br />And all I can do is try<br />Then I see you standing there<br />I'm all I'll ever be<br />But all I can do is try<br />Try<br /><br />All of the moments that already passed<br />We'll try to go back and make them last<br />All of the things we want each other to be<br />We never will be<br />And that's wonderful, and that's life<br />And that's you, baby<br />This is me, baby<br />And we are, we are, we are, we are<br />Free<br />In our love<br />We are free in our love<br /><br />This is my correction for the song below these words:<br /><br /><br />All I know<br />Is everything is not as it's sold<br />but the more I grow the less I know<br />And I have lived so many lives<br />Though I'm not old<br />And the more I see, the less I grow<br />The fewer the seeds the more I sow<br /><br />Then I see you standing there<br />Wanting more from me<br />And all I can do is try<br />Then I see you standing there<br />Wanting more from me<br />And all I can do is try<br /><br />I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness<br />And all the real people are really not real at all<br />The more I learn x2 the more I cry x2<br />As I say goodbye to the way of life<br />I thought I had designed for me<br /><br />Then I see you standing there<br />Wanting more from me<br />And all I can do is try<br />Then I see you standing there<br />I'm all I'll ever be<br />But all I can do is try<br />Try<br /><br />All of the moments that already passed<br />We'll try to go back and make them last<br />All of the things we want each other to be<br />We never will be x2<br />And that's wonderful, and that's life<br />that's you, baby<br />This is me, baby<br />And we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are<br />Free<br />In our love<br />We are free in our love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27316671-114807701033311303?l=this-is-me-and-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>irre_place_ablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07307083679158971845noreply@blogger.com1